About four times a year, I meet a friend from high school for dinner and we share
the most inappropriately crude and intimate details of our sex lives from the ...
I have to assume that when my boyfriend asked me to live with him four months ago, he had no idea that his Memorial Day would include him discovering a three...
I think the kind of people who say "Vegas Baby" are the same kind of people who quote The Hangover, so I'm not going to lower myself to that, but I will say tha...
Match.com emails you profiles of men with these ridiculous tag lines that impart information of the utmost importance, such as "Just like you, he gets haircuts!...
The majority of my day is spent with my eyes rolled halfway into the back of my head dismissing people for trivial shortcomings like wearing Birkenstocks or thi...
It would not be false to say that many of my lunch hours last Spring were spent at the downtown Barnes & Noble reading a book that may or may not be titled,...
Sunday, May 8, marks the beginning of the second annual 7-Day Sex Challenge (for people who need a 7-Day Sex Challenge). Introduced by a Texas pastor last yea...
You know what's awesome? Vibrators. You know what's not? Shopping for them.
Every once in a while, my shopping trip to Target off Colorado Boulevard ends with ...
This post isn't actually about Prince Harry, but I would like to note that he may or may not be my dream man. First things first, he's a red-head AND he's attra...
You know who you are. You make a weird, uncomfortable face every time someone suggests that online dating might be preferable to a lonely night on your couch wi...
“When you take a break from your busy day of looking up Japanese blood types, you should do some research on Barnum statements.” A lesbian informs me via GCh...
Hello Wednesday.
Last week, I promised you an article about hate sex and bad men- and I plan on delivering, but it's worth noting that the adorable angel I ref...